A good thing the lifestream isn't on public display. If Ghastly was being brutally honest, it was probably also a good thing that Erskine wasn't able to see said lifestream. Solomon wouldn't go announcing the metaphysical evidence of the relationship to the whole world, nor would he mention it solely for the purposes of teasing. Erskine probably would. It was a wonder Erskine hadn't already.
The aforementioned Elder shrugged in response to the barb, affected nonchalance opposite a smirk. "Actually, Prophet, I was going to let you drive. Much better chance of us crashing into things."
"I wouldn't bet on that," said Ghastly, a phantom of that same smirk on his own face. "Do you have your driver's licence yet, Reveller?"
"Don't you start on that Reveller nonsense. No, I don't. I was planning on waiting until cars are either able to drive themselves, or it's considered socially acceptable to run your car off the highway. What do you think, a couple more centuries?"
"Guys!" Tanith called from up ahead, nicely covering up Barney's choke of surprise. "Hurry up! They're taking the tickets!"
"At the least," Ghastly agreed, speeding up his pace. "In the meantime, Elder Ravel, you'd better be careful how many times you ram into me if you're still hoping for those robe replacements."
"You'll do those anyway. You said it yourself. They're a crime."
Angels, it turned out, had perfect timing. Or just extraordinarily good luck. Not only did they get everyone into the same session, they managed to wrangle things so they were the only ones in the session.
It probably wasn't too hard to do. The only ones who shared a car were Barney and Allie, and since there were only nine cars in the ring, it worked out perfectly. Even better for Skulduggery, since that left two people out and apart from Solomon, he was the only logical choice. Or at least, that was what he argued. Argued and won.
A vendor tried to ask them to double up, but Rafe started complaining loudly about needing room for his wings - to the amused fascination of several passersby - which Gabe countered by asking how he intended to hide his horns. Merlin needed to step in, by which point the vendor had given up, and Skulduggery assured both Gabe and Valkyrie that he wasn't about to try and sneak off.
He really wasn't, either. Solomon was off to one side with the wheelchair, probably enjoying the antics of the lifestream currents. Skulduggery joined him with a smile, and leaned back against the iron gate that surrounded the bumper cars arena.
He may have been the very picture of a casual observer, but Skulduggery's voice, which he kept low, was serious. "Were you aware that you're capable of killing multiple people in the same second?"
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The aforementioned Elder shrugged in response to the barb, affected nonchalance opposite a smirk. "Actually, Prophet, I was going to let you drive. Much better chance of us crashing into things."
"I wouldn't bet on that," said Ghastly, a phantom of that same smirk on his own face. "Do you have your driver's licence yet, Reveller?"
"Don't you start on that Reveller nonsense. No, I don't. I was planning on waiting until cars are either able to drive themselves, or it's considered socially acceptable to run your car off the highway. What do you think, a couple more centuries?"
"Guys!" Tanith called from up ahead, nicely covering up Barney's choke of surprise. "Hurry up! They're taking the tickets!"
"At the least," Ghastly agreed, speeding up his pace. "In the meantime, Elder Ravel, you'd better be careful how many times you ram into me if you're still hoping for those robe replacements."
"You'll do those anyway. You said it yourself. They're a crime."
Angels, it turned out, had perfect timing. Or just extraordinarily good luck. Not only did they get everyone into the same session, they managed to wrangle things so they were the only ones in the session.
It probably wasn't too hard to do. The only ones who shared a car were Barney and Allie, and since there were only nine cars in the ring, it worked out perfectly. Even better for Skulduggery, since that left two people out and apart from Solomon, he was the only logical choice. Or at least, that was what he argued. Argued and won.
A vendor tried to ask them to double up, but Rafe started complaining loudly about needing room for his wings - to the amused fascination of several passersby - which Gabe countered by asking how he intended to hide his horns. Merlin needed to step in, by which point the vendor had given up, and Skulduggery assured both Gabe and Valkyrie that he wasn't about to try and sneak off.
He really wasn't, either. Solomon was off to one side with the wheelchair, probably enjoying the antics of the lifestream currents. Skulduggery joined him with a smile, and leaned back against the iron gate that surrounded the bumper cars arena.
He may have been the very picture of a casual observer, but Skulduggery's voice, which he kept low, was serious. "Were you aware that you're capable of killing multiple people in the same second?"